I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

“I saw my mom and dad there.” Hermione soon spotted the Grangers in front of her.

“I saw my parents too.” Ron said.

“Let’s squeeze in from the gap!” Harry suggested.

Eugene casually took a copy of “I Can Magic” and squeezed in front of the crowd with the three of them.

At this time, I have to sigh that the advantages of children at this moment.

While everyone’s eyes were on the handsome man at the front, the four of them inserted into the team of the Weasleys and the Grangers.

“Oh, you’re here, great,” Mrs. Weasley exhaled as she spotted the four, “we’ll see him in a moment…”

As the team got closer, gradually, they were able to see his face.

Lockhart wore a forget-me-not-go blue robe that matched his blue eyes.

The pointed wizard hat is playfully crooked on a wavy version of blonde hair.

I have to say that he is indeed a handsome man.

In Eugene’s past world, Lockhart will be an actor, and there will definitely be no fewer fans.

Just like now, he has bewitched thousands of women through his unique means.

Hermione also looked at Lockhart with adoration at this time.

Eugene was looking forward to seeing what kind of rich expressions they would have when they discovered Lockhart’s true situation.

“Dodge,” a rough voice sounded, and a short man, holding a camera in his hand, pushed Ron away.

Ron slammed into Eugene, and his foot was stomped on by the man.

“This was filmed for the Daily Prophet.”

“It’s remarkable.” Ron rubbed the stepped on instep with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to hear it. After returning the book he had just signed to his female fan, he looked up at this side.

Then he shifted his gaze to Harry next to Ron.

He stared at Harry for a moment, and there was a brief silence on the scene.

“Isn’t this Harry Potter?” Lockhart jumped up directly, his face irrepressibly excited.

The people around all noticed the boy with lightning scars on his forehead.

One way has been given way.

Lockhart walked directly around the table and towards them, grabbed Harry Potter and led him behind the table.

He took Harry’s arm and reached out to signal the man with the camera to take a picture of them.

“Here, smile Mr. Potter.” Lockhart patted Harry’s shoulder very affectionately.

Harry forced a smile, his face already red.

This is the first time such a scene, and it is really a little embarrassing.

After taking several pictures, Lockhart let go of Harry.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today is truly an extraordinary day,” Lockhart’s loud voice sounded in the bookstore, “and at such a wonderful moment, I announce that young Harry walked into the Lichen Bookstore today just to buy my autobiography—I would like to give him this book for free on the spot—”

There was applause below.

“However, there is one more precious thing – I will soon be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”

The audience cheered again.

Lockhart teleported his self to Harry’s hand, and the two were photographed a few more times.

The smoke from the camera sprayed the Weasleys a little messy.

Lockhart also directly gave Harry a complete set of books.

It aroused the envy of many people.

Then, the signing will continue, and it seems that because of Harry’s appearance, Lockhart’s signing meeting is even more lively.

Harry returned a little shakily. There was no expression on his face.

Throwing a set of books in his hand into Ginny’s newly bought crucible, “This is for you.” He said somewhat vaguely, “I’ll buy it myself later-”

Ginny blinked, forgetting to say thank you for a moment.

“You must like that, don’t you, Potter?” A voice came from behind them, it was Malfoy.

He had that nasty, sarcastic smile on his face.

“The famous Harry Potter,” Malfoy said, “can’t even go into a bookstore without being front-page news.” ”

“Don’t talk nonsense, he doesn’t want that!” Ginny stood up and glared at Malfoy, speaking in a much louder voice than usual.

“Potter—you’re looking for a girlfriend—” Malfoy dragged out his tone.

Ginny’s face flushed as soon as she brushed the floor.

Eugene was just buying a book when he turned around and found it was Malfoy.

At this point, Ron and Hermione were rushing over.

“Oh, it’s you,” Ron looked at Malfoy with a look that looked a little like he was looking at smelly, “You must be surprised to see Harry here, huh?” ”

“What surprised me even more was to see you in the store, Weasley.” Malfoy sneered, “I’m just buying these things, your parents will be hungry next month.” ”

Hearing this, Ron clenched his fists and was about to punch Malfoy.

Hermione and Harry quickly grabbed Ron’s clothes and told him not to be too impulsive.

Eugene finally rushed through the crowd, Malfoy this guy is really too bad.

Malfoy immediately spotted Eugene, and his face changed.

“Yu—Eugene?” To say that the last person Malfoy wanted to see was Eugene, there was a hint of fear on his face that everyone else would catch him.

“Ron!” Mr. Weasley squeezed through the crowd to come here, “What are you doing?” “He just saw Ron about to hit someone.

“Oops—Arthur Weasley.” At this time, there was a nasty voice thinking about it.

I saw a man who looked a little like Malfoy, with a pale pointed face and cold gray eyes, walking over and putting a hand on Malfoy’s shoulder.

This was Lucius Malfoy, who, like his son, had a mocking smile on his face.

“Lucius.” Mr. Weasley nodded coldly.

“I heard, dude has been busy with official business lately,” Lucius said, “so many copies—did they pay you overtime?” ”

Saying that, he pulled out a worn-out second-hand book “The Beginner’s Guide to Metamorphosis” from the pile of new books in Ginny’s crucible.

“Gee, it seems that they didn’t give you overtime pay!” Lucius shook his head, “Being a scum among wizards doesn’t see any good. ”

Mr. Weasley’s anger made his face redden, “We have very different views on what scum in wizarding is, Malfoy. ”

“Of course!” Lucius’s gaze swept over the Grangers, “Look what kind of friends you guys have.” ”

Hermione clenched her fists, her face flushed.